I became a saint in the game

The inability to cause any harm to these monks is not the most despairing thing.

The most despairing thing was that the monks guarding the carriage, not knowing whether they had received orders, had dispersed and surrounded the battlefield, apparently wanting to join the battle and end it quickly.

Eighteen monks had already plunged them into a melee, and they couldn't even get close to the cart pulled by the white elephant. If another group came, wouldn't they be doomed to fail?

Just when everyone's morale was low, several players who were resurrected at the resurrection point rushed towards the monks on the periphery. Although they were quickly beaten to death with sticks, their last-ditch attack still injured one monk. The bright red blood flowed down the khaki monk's robe, which was extremely glaring.

"These people are not high level, they can fight!"

A sharp-eyed player noticed the bright red and shouted subconsciously.

The player who was sent to the resurrection point saw the injured monk being protected by others, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Death is not scary, and everyone present is above level 15, and their lifespans basically remain at more than years. So until now, although the players' lives have been greatly consumed, there has been no real loss of personnel.

Plus, there is a resurrection point behind him, so this is destined to be a long tug-of-war. As long as he can drag the opponent's true energy to exhaustion, victory will belong to him!
Thinking of this, the players who had just resurrected were shocked and began to run to the monks on the periphery to prevent their companions on the main battlefield from being attacked from both sides.

However, as a result, the number of players in the main battlefield suddenly dropped sharply. Although they avoided being surrounded and annihilated, the casualties increased dramatically, and their lifespan consumption also increased rapidly.

"It can't go on like this."

Song Bingyuan walked out of the resurrection point and looked at the anxious battlefield with a bad premonition.

As the acting director of the Logistics Department of the Culture and Tourism Bureau of City C, with the support of official resources, his level has surpassed Chen Shicheng and reached level 18. His skills are also fully equipped. As long as he follows the steps, he will soon be able to take charge of his own affairs.

But now there is no time for him to slowly upgrade his skills. If he cannot get rid of these monks today and snatch the core magic weapon or destroy it, then the motherland in the future may be the same as it was a hundred years ago.
When he thought about the ordinary players outside still fighting to hold back possible reinforcements for them, while their team, which carried the expectations of 1.5 billion people across the country, had not made any progress, his eyes instantly turned red.

This war can only be won, not lost!
But what can he do now?
Although level 18 is already very high among players, they can't even last a minute on the battlefield before them.

After those monks surrounded the main battlefield, players with low strength like him could only disperse to the periphery to deal with those monks who were equally weak.

But even so, they died again and again, which did not help the battle situation at all.

Seeing that the opposing team was in a bit of a mess but had no casualties, Song Bingyuan made up his mind and put away his weapons. He threw all the attacks and defenses behind his mind and channeled all his true energy into his legs. He didn't care even if his skin was stretched and torn, revealing his yellow and white muscles.

"Get out of the way!"

A loud shout was heard, and the player who was blocking the outer monk subconsciously looked back.

I saw a player with legs stained with blood, with a crazy expression, turning into an afterimage and passing directly past the crowd.

Before they could react to what was happening, they saw the player slightly turn his head to avoid the long stick that was about to hit his head, and use his shoulder to meet the attack.

"Click."

The long stick hit Song Bingyuan's shoulder squarely, and his shoulder blade was undoubtedly broken, with a large piece of it sunken into his chest.

But he seemed not to feel any pain at all. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he opened his right hand and hugged the monk who attacked him.

"Oh no, help!" The faces of several monks around him changed. They turned the long sticks in their hands and smashed them hard on Song Bingyuan's back, wanting to kill him, but he did not react at all and let the long sticks hit him on the back.

"Come and die with me!" Song Bingyuan bared his blood-red mouth, and all the true energy in his body reversed and flowed towards his dantian.

This is going to self-destruct!
The monk who was hugged was startled and immediately burst out his true energy with all his strength, trying to throw the madman away.

But it's too late.

Even though the madman's left hand was broken, he still held on to him tightly with his right hand. After realizing his intention, he bit his shoulder, making it clear that he would take one of them with him even if he died.

As he looked desperate, Song Bingyuan had already completed all the preparations for self-destruction. His whole body began to swell, and then...
"boom!"

Blood and flesh mixed with violent true energy swept across the entire field, instantly making the outer battlefield silent, and everyone turned their heads to look towards the center of the explosion.

The self-destructing Song Bingyuan had disappeared without a trace, having completely turned into minced meat on the ground, and the monk he was hugging was also dying.

The flesh on the front of the body had been scraped away by the raging true energy, revealing the internal organs in the abdominal cavity. The flesh on the face had also disappeared, and a pair of eyeballs without eyelids were rotating in the skull.

If it weren't for the Buddhist techniques being good at defense, he would have already seen the Buddha by now. However, not dying is not necessarily a good thing. In the current situation, life is worse than death!

Upon seeing this, his fellow disciple hurriedly took out a pill from his storage bag and tried to treat him, but as soon as he put his hand into the storage bag, he froze in place, and then looked towards the player with a stiff head.

The players who had such determined looks just now suddenly had strange looks in their eyes.

But it was this strange look that made all the monks present feel a chill in their hearts.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie"

I don't know who deliberately imitated the villain's voice and laughed a few times. The players in the front row seemed to have received some signal. They followed Song Bingyuan's example, put away their weapons, opened their arms and rushed towards the monks.

"Form a formation, defend, and don't let them..."

A leading monk was blocked by three players before he could finish his words. He started swinging the long sticks in his hands, but the sticks that had been moving in an orderly manner just now were now a bit chaotic.

"Stop struggling. It's no use even if you scream your throat out!"

With a few dirty words, one player hugged the monk's legs at the cost of one arm, and the remaining two players followed closely and hung directly on him.

“Art is explosion, haha!”

Following a loud roar, three explosions were heard one after another, and another burst of blood rain spread out, making all the monks feel cold in their hearts, and they all looked towards the center of the explosion.

There were no surprises in the results.

The monk's torn body was mixed with minced meat all over the ground.

The first death occurred in the team escorting the core magic weapon! (End of this chapter)